Spring is softly stepping from the winter gloom.
The soft pinks and whites of blossoms flutter in the breeze.
They remind me of a new born baby birds soft feathers,
preparing to burst forth in glorious, full flight.
But for now step softly, step into Spring.
Breathe in the fresh air and the blossoms that surprise.
Have you noticed the soft fluttering of blossoms as they flutter to the ground?
